Mearsies Heili Bounces Back (39 page)
Rel seemed divided, so it was time for Princess Nosy Parker
to butt in.
“C’mon, let’s go beard the ol’ g—uh, go talk to him. Your
duty isn’t anything he can’t do, he just doesn’t like to. But he could afford
to pay some kid who likes that stuff. C’mon.”
And to my amazement, he went.
When Raneseh saw who I was, he was surprised, but I don’t
know about pleased. Pralineh, however, did not hide her pleasure. They were
having breakfast. She got up, exclaiming over my abrupt departure.
“Sorry,” I said. “I had stuff to do at home.”
There were a few comments and questions no one answered, I
promised Pralineh I’d come to her room, and then she (after a look between Rel
and me) got up and left.
“Why are you here?” Raneseh said, looking from me to Rel.
“I’m here because I promised to come back,” I said. “I
couldn’t bear having a Mearsiean fooled by a blastnasty Chwahir. I went home
and we did what we had to do. I almost got my—” I touched the back of my neck,
then shrugged. “Here’s what I can do. I’ve been learning long distance transfer
magic. If you’ll trust me, I can take you to see my home. And we’ll leave a marker
here for me to send you back.”
Raneseh seemed about to say no, then hesitated. Then he
said, “Perhaps we should leave Pralineh behind.”
“Why?” I didn’t wait for any gibble-gabble about activities
for young ladies. If she didn’t want to go, that was fine, but she should have
her chance.
To my surprise, she said yes.
Well, it worked. I made it safely to the Destination in the
White Palace.
It was just sunset, so the first view they got was the back
terrace, and the spectacular sunset over the forest below.
“Kwenz tried to take this away from us,” I said. “We had to
boot him back to the Shadow. Where the Chwahir live, but they want to bring the
Shadow to the rest of us. If you don’t believe me, just go north to
Chwahirsland after you get home. The Shadow here is like a little piece of it. Want
to see it again?”
Raneseh said yes, and the other two were quiet—Pralineh
bewildered, Rel just Relling.
So I brought them in and introduced them to Clair. Everyone
was too stiff and polite for me to retail our conversation—who wants to
remember polite nothings?
Clair helped me with the transfer downstairs. We went to the
lookout where you could just glimpse the black castle under the Shadow. I
explained about the black eyes enchantment, and the magical wards, and the spells
on the people, then we returned.
Raneseh seemed uncomfortable at Clair’s total lack of
protocol. I suspect he would have thought us fakes except for the magic, and
the White Palace, and the Shadowland. All as I’d said.
Rel took it all in, with no expression.
Pralineh seemed to be amazed, and worried.
Then we gave them a tour of the White Palace. Rel looked
interested instead of blank when we came to the library, and Raneseh let out a
long sigh that I don’t think he was aware of. Pralineh turned her eyes to the
furnishings, and how the light fell.
“Go ahead. Look around,” Clair said.
I showed Pralineh the music magic, and she started and
stopped several pieces.
Then, as Raneseh buried himself in several books at once (he
had them all open and was looking from one to another with more excitement than
I’d ever seen in him) Clair went up to Rel and said, “Interested in traveling?”
Now how did she see that? I hadn’t said a word to her!
Rel looked at her in surprise.
“My cousin is an itchfoot,” Clair said. “He looks out
windows the same way you did in the hallway out there, right before he takes
off for another trip.” That made me laugh. How long had it taken me to see it?
Rel gave a slow, wary nod.
“Would you like to look at a map? I only have one for our
portion of our continent.”
“I’d like very much to see it,” he said. “Thanks.”
He sounded like a normal person, instead of
Rel.
We left him with the map, then wandered away. Clair gave me
a funny look, then whispered, “I was expecting a monster.”
She was kidding, of course. For a second I could see him as
she seemed to—a tall fellow, even taller than Puddlenose, well-made, despite
the raggedly cut black hair and scruffy clothes.
Raneseh recalled himself, and said they should return. Since
Clair had to go to Seram Aru, she agreed.
I transferred us to the marker I’d left in Raneseh’s study,
all safely.
When we’d recovered, I said, “Do you see why I had to get
back home?”
“It has been an education in many ways,” Raneseh said.
Pralineh shuddered. “It must have been horrible to have that
Shadow so close.”
“It’s still there. That’s why we have to be on the watch.”
Pralineh thanked me, asked me to visit again, sent another
of those thoughtful looks between the rest of us, and went out.
I said, “Raneseh, Rel should be talking to you.” I went out
and shut the door.
I wandered down the hall, and Pralineh came out of one room
to go into another, and saw me hovering. “Cherene, is something wrong?”
“I think—I hope—something is going to be put right.”
A couple minutes later the door opened again. I was so
curious I bombed in uninvited, but they expected me.
Raneseh said with an odd expression, “It appears I had two
prisoners, one bound by gratitude.”
Rel looked down at his hands.
Raneseh said, “I chose to abjure the world. But it is unfair
to expect, by implication, that my household will feel the same. Rel is free to
follow the wind, as you say.”
I grinned, and turned to Raneseh. “Could you tell me who the
person was who sent Kwenz to you?”
Raneseh looked toward the window. “An old acquaintance,” he
said slowly. “I knew in my young life. He is known as Mondros.”
Rosey.
o0o
Well, that’s it.
I went home, leaving Rel to begin his wanderings. I wish I
could say that everything was fine and we became buddies, but that didn’t
happen. I’m still my pickle-brained, obstinate self, and Rel is ... Rel. But
our further adventures are in another notebook or three.
For now, this one is finished, on a good note, when life was
quiet again, as the leaves began to turn to autumn gold.
… those friends in Junior High who in 1965 asked for more
stories about CJ, PJ, and Rel ...
And to my cousin Marjorie
Copyright © 2011 Sherwood Smith
ISBN: 978 1 61138 066 8
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